escort diary® of Sixta: Booked and bedded
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They say don’t mix business with pleasure, but they never said anything about whipped cream, handcuffs, and a tax-deductible hotel room. I’m the woman your boyfriend swears he’s never met and your husband wishes he could afford twice a week. This diary isn’t for the faint of heart—or the easily offended.
It’s full of bad decisions, great orgasms, and enough champagne to drown a sorority. So pour yourself a drink, loosen something, and come see what happens after the clothes hit the floor (besides checking the clock to make sure he paid for the full hour).
Enjoy it.
